The King’s Enchanting Chapter 1792 - 1808: The Grand Finale (Part 6)

Mo Yangyang opened her little mouth, smiled at her mother, and said: "Mama, sister, pretty! Sister eats candy!"

Zhao Ziyin looked at her silly son wearing split pants, smiling foolishly, and desperately taking out the candy from his tiny pocket. She rubbed her forehead.

Oh no, this son inherited his father’s flirtatiousness and his father’s appetite, but whose intelligence-deficient genes did he inherit?

With his not-so-small brain capacity, can’t he see that except for a change of clothes, even the little chair Little Sweet Potato is lying in hasn’t changed? How can he not recognize that it’s his brother who appeared in front of him just now?

"Speaking of which, I remember Xingxing was just like this back then." Just then, Shen Lanxiao called everyone to bring in the tea and snacks from the kitchen, followed by the dad brigade.

"He looked so much like a girl when he was little, that when we took him out, everyone thought I had a daughter, and he was so admired. Later, at Uncle Qin and Aunt Autumn’s wedding, we couldn’t find two pairs of flower children, so we tricked him into wearing a dress and playing the part of a girl." She looked down at the babbling Little Sweet Potato in the baby chair, "This kid really resembles his father!"

Upon hearing his mom revealing his embarrassing childhood stories, Yu Zexiao couldn’t take it anymore: "Mom, what nonsense are you talking about!"

"What’s wrong? It’s the truth." Over here, Feng Linxue laughed, "I remember that during the Ling Family’s Yichuan, when he first saw Xingxing, he thought he was a pretty little girl and almost came up to flirt!"

"Hahaha—" Sure enough, the people around laughed out loud.

Fortunately, Ling Yichuan isn’t here right now, or he’d probably be in a hurry upon hearing this.

"I just heard you guys were discussing the wedding, how’s the wedding preparation going?" Shen Lanxiao came and asked.

Seeing so many people asking about the wedding, Yu Zexiao and Jian Anning exchanged a glance and couldn’t avoid the conversation. Jian Anning picked up Little Sweet Potato, thought for a moment, and said: "Mom, Zexiao and I have decided, we want to have a Chinese wedding."

Several people nearby chimed in: "Right, right, Western weddings are too boring, we don’t even believe in God, why go to a church to play cool? Is it really that high-brow?"

Besides, you can’t joke around in a bridal chamber at a Western wedding, how dull!

Shen Lanxiao nodded: "Exactly, Chinese weddings are much more lively. But, where do you plan to hold the wedding? Have you booked the banquet?"

"No, what we meant by the wedding—is like the ancient type, with the matchmaker, six etiquettes, and the bowing ceremony to heaven and earth and parents." Yu Zexiao hugged Jian Anning and said, "We’re descendants of Huaxia Country. Now Huaxia Country is prosperous and thriving, not at all inferior to overseas locations. We don’t need to belittle ourselves to host a Western wedding and join the crowd."

Jian Anning also nodded. She had lived in Canada since she was young, and over the years, she’d seen this scenario even more.

Now, Huaxia Country has become strong enough that it doesn’t need to rely on any foreign country and can stand firm on its own.

When she was overseas, whenever North America seemed more developed, she was teased about how her home country wasn’t strong enough in the past.

But now, who dares to look down on people from Huaxia Country? Who in the world doesn’t know that Huaxia Country is peaceful and prosperous, and its people are wealthy?

Yu Zexiao and her, as people from Huaxia Country and as artists, have a greater responsibility to actively promote their country with their actions!